Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Chile and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Adolescents to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
A Certain Ratio,
Ituana,
Underground Resistance,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marine Girls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ponytail,
This Heat,
The Busters,
The Standells,
The New Christs,
Bob Dylan,
Rod Modell,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Juan Atkins,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bang On A Can,
Babytalk,
cv313,
Model 500,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Man Parrish,
The Moleskins,
Second Layer,
The Doors,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lee Hazlewood,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cecil Taylor,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bill Near,
June Days,
Barclay James Harvest,
Funkadelic,
The Fuzztones,
Scan 7,
Organ,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jesper Dahlback,
World's Most,
Arab on Radar,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Saccharine Trust,
Sun Ra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lucky Dragons,
Ludus,
KRS-One,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Schoolly D,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Unrelated Segments,
Matthew Halsall,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rekid,
Marmalade,
David Bowie,
Swans,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.